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The songs of SELMA. 215-
youth. Carmor * was near the hero, the chief of the ecchoing Gal-
mal. Why burfts the figh of Armin, he faid ? Is there a caufe to
mourn ? The fong comes, with its mufic, to melt and pleafe the
foul. It is like foft mift, that, rifing from a lake, pours on the li-
knt vale ; the green flowers are filled with dew, but the fun re-
turns in his ftrength, and the mift is gone. Why art thou fad, O
Armin, chief of fea-furrounded Gorma?
Sad! I am indeed : nor fmall my caufe of woe ! — Carmor, thou
haft loft no fon ; thou haft loft no daughter of beauty. Colgar the
valiant lives ; and Annira faireft maid. The boughs of thy family
fiourifli, O Carmor ! but Armin is the laft of his race. Dark is thy
bed, O Daura ! and deep thy fleep in the tomb. — When flialt thou
awake with thy fongs ? with all thy voice of mufic ?
Rise, winds of autumn, rife ; blow upon the dark heath ! ftreams
of the mountains, roar ! howl, ye tempefts, in the top of the oak !
walk through broken clouds, O moon ! ftiow by intervals thy pale
face ! bring to my mind that fad night, w^hen all my children fell ;
when Arindal the mighty fell ; when Dura the lovely failed.
Daura, my daughter ! thou wert fair ; fair as the moon on the
hills of Fura-j-j white as the driven fnow; fweet as the breath-
ing gale. Arindal, thy bow was ftrong, thy fpear was fwift in
the field : thy look was like mift on the wave ; thy fliield, a red
cloud in a ftorm. Armar, renowned in war, came, and fought
Daura's love; he was not long denied ; fair was the hope of their
friends.
* Cear-mor, a talldark-com^hxloned man. f Fuar-a, cold ijhnd,
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